Funny enough, despite the clinical depression, which waxes and wanes but never completely goes away, I’m happy.
Despite the spectres of my past, and the uncertainty of the future, I’m happy.
Despite getting angry with the government, and our Apathy Culture here in the US, and despite having to fight against the mistaken idea that there is a meritocracy by people who more often than not are struggling and won’t see that there’s something wrong with the idea of working one’s ass off to barely get by… I’m happy.
Weary, oh so drearily, we wave our flags into the camera.
It’s Amber goes the hotline, we’re all friends but no one ever answers
Sad, but true—the truth can turn your smile to a frown.
So what’s the use, dear Jenny? Anyway, the world is pretty
Dresden Dolls, Dear Jenny
Just because I’m happy, that doesn’t mean that I should stop advocating for those who are still in abusive situations.
Just because I’m happy, that doesn’t mean that I should stop promoting justice and equality.
Just because I’m happy, that doesn’t mean that I should settle for status quo.
Just because I’m happy, that doesn’t mean that I should stop talking about what I’ve been through.
Why? Because that’s the point. I want you to know that you can get here, too. I want you to know that, no matter what’s happened to you, you’re not alone. I want you to feel that you CAN speak about what you have experienced, what you are working through, what you feel – without getting shut down by people who all too often are afraid to look at their own souls.
I’m not dwelling. I’m not wallowing. I’m taking action. I’m inviting you to take action.
People heal on their own terms. People fight for change on their own terms.
Don’t let anyone push you into thinking that your way is less than their own.